Someone is Calling by my Name

Someone is calling by my name,
That too in the vast multitude;
I cannot answer out of shame,
Nor strength, nor fortitude.

Someone is pursuing me here,
That too in the vast multitude;
Tell me whether I should care,
Or simply be in my solitude.

Someone is searching for strength,
And for me in the multitude;
Waiting for me at length,
With the time of ugly decrepitude.

Someone is bearing all my wrath,
Pretending from the multitude;
And taking tears for the bath,
Embraced all my attitude.